Tears on my Pillow

I'm watching a friends daughter.
Who wouldn't take a nap.

"Nap for me, Dear" I said cajolingly.
Then "It's time. It's time your mother said"
"Really, what's the issue" as she screamed. In temper, not fear.

Then "Ok some books?"
and ok it was .
Minutes later temper again.

I offer hugs. Kisses. Logic.
But not egress or exit.

Spittle flies. Screams.

I looked at her closely. Maybe I'm wrong. Is she scared? Is it the house? Is it me?
I lean over eye to eye.
No tears.
Fury.

I sigh.
And catch her attention.

"No"
And now she is sitting in a crib in the dark with nothing but the soft flicker of Fraklin to keep her company.